Oh, and I feel compelled to tell you that the mothers and daughters are all mixed up in this pic. From left to right, this is K, J, J and M - which now that I look at those initials doesn't help at all in what I am about to say next, because K doesn't go with J, she goes with J, and M doesn't go with J, she goes with J. (I'll let you figure it out.)
These Mothers and Daughters go way back with this Mother and Daughter.
Although J-man doesn't go way back yet with any of the Mothers and Daughters, mainly cause J-man doesn't go way back at all, since 9 months isn't really long enough to go way back. Unless you think of it as he goes way back with them for his whole life, and then he goes way back, too.
I'm getting so confused here.
But back to the laughter part. We do. We laugh. A lot. Cause we go way back. And cause these are fun ladies. And cause these are intelligent ladies who have it goin' on, if you know what I mean.
We, of course, opened up the conversation talking about J-man's birth - because what else do women talk about within a year of a little one making his arrival? Mothers share their birth stories to find the commonalities and the not-so-commonalities, which I suppose the word "differences" would have been a better choice for that thought, so that daughters and new mothers can hear what they should expect and how they fit in this long history known as womanhood. It's just a great bonding sort of exercise. That really? Way beats male bonding over grunts and the "how you doin'?"..."fine" that qualifies for men. Right? Male bonding can be cool if it's over manly men feats of lifting and throwing heavy poles, but that's another story that isn't really mine to tell anyway.
Cause I am woman!! (Insert Helen Reddy 1975 here. Google it. There's a you tube.)
Er, I mean we are women!! (Sorry, no song reference...)
We shared one of Maggiano's family style dinners - a great idea by M, who chose the place - cause she is a genius like that - and who made a reservation - genius X 2 - and who had a coupon for 10% off - genius trifecta! I told you these ladies have it goin' on! We had their house salad, bruschetta that included kalamata olives (cause why eat any other kind of olive in my opinion) and fried zucchini with a tzatziki type sauce. Good stuff. And then our entrees were Eggplant Parm (one of the best I've had, built lasagna style) and their Gnocchi & Italian Sausage. More good stuff.
Dessert wes Vera's cute little moon shaped lemon cookies - except this isn't a pic of our plate, cause we had a bunch more on our plate and one of us may have eaten a bunch more than only this plate has, but I'm not naming any names here - but it has taken you longer to read this paragraph than to eat this plate...
It was over dessert that the upcoming presentation of The Sound of Music came up. J pulls out her phone and goes to her U-verse app and sets up the recording. (Sidebar - have I told you how much I love technology? Can we say J is one of the super cool kids?) And I have to admit that I am way excited about this! I didn't want to be, you understand. I wanted to be snarky about it - in that "how could they?" sort of way. How could they even attempt to replicate the almost sacred Sound of Music movie starring Julie Andrews? Isn't that tantamount to sacrilege and blasphemy?
Did I mention that I can be very snarky?
Well I was being snarky about it when I first heard about it. Until I got to thinking...
...they are doing the stage play, Deb.
Oh.
Have community theaters never done The Sound of Music since the movie came out 40+ years ago, Deb?
Oh, yea.
Have high school theaters never done The Sound of Music, Deb?
Oh. Yea.
And you know they've chosen Carrie Underwood to play Maria, right Deb? Someone you know and already like, Deb?
Oh. Yea. Ok. Shaddup.
And so after that edifying conversation with myself, I quit trying to be snarky and got all excited about it! And one of these days I still want to have a Sound of Music night with a whole bunch of chicks so we can sing the songs as loud as we want and eat schnitzel with noodles and dance to the top of the stairs...oh, wait...I don't have any stairs but basement stairs and that just wouldn't be the same...but we are so going to make this happen!
And it was also over dessert that M started having a text conversation with me. Except I wasn't texting back. Except that I was - at least on her phone. Or so she thought, except that this Deb was asking her who this was, and M was getting more and more irritated with "me" to the point that she turned to me (who was sitting right next to her doing all of this texting - except that I wasn't) and said she was going to bop me one. Or something like that, but trust me. Put your $ on me in the cage match...er...maybe...
But back to our story. M shows me her phone and tells me to stop messing with her, and I show her my phone (we all had our iphones out at this point, scheduling our next meeting of the Mothers and Daughters - yes we are all iphone ladies - again, proof these ladies have it goin' on)...where was I? Oh yes, I show her my phone to show that I don't have any of this conversation, so who is this mystery Deb?
Shortly before that I received a call from my son, D, but I basically answered that I would call him back - because I was with the Mothers and Daughters at that point! And then I realized who M had been texting.
Her Deb was my son, D. Cause he has an old phone number of mine, and I was in M's phone twice. Once as the old me - who is now the new "Deb" or really my son - and once as the new me - who is the real me.
This has actually happened more than once to D and I. He "loves" when it does. I laugh about - as did all of the Mothers and Daughters - even well after we'd gotten home. But D? Oh yea, he "loves" it...
I love these ladies. (In the real way not the "loves" way that D feels about texting for "me".) Thanks for another great time together! Looking forward to January!!!
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